Before the moon comes up
On to the endless sea
And the day pounding will stop
To become in dreams free
When every blue is a blue
On to the deep of time
And going with darkness thru
To reach out to dim's prime
Before the moon comes up
In mystical ways of dark
Reaching its way to the top
Where stars belong and spark
In its endless time and space
That no one really knows
Where the night is like the days
That turns time and goes
Before the moon comes up
And night is once more awake
In the dreams beyond worship
That fantasies alone ache
Where day is nowhere found
In those shimmering threads
Of faraway Milky Way battleground
With night sky as its wingspreads
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-the-moon-comes-up/
